Chapter 8 - Angela Malfunctioned
SDC Resort
Angela and her brother, Oliver, landed nearly half an hour ago in Hillberry Isle. They arrived at the resort and went to the receptionist, falling in line for the check-in.
"Please tell me we're not sharing a room." Angela stared at her brother with her face void of emotions. If they were going to share a room, she would lose it!
"What?! Of course not. What are you? Four? Taking you here with me was already a compromise. I have no intention to share a room with my sister. That's such a turnoff." Oliver snorted, shaking his head at the thought. He was there for his friends and was hoping to get some time to relax and unwind after so long. As much as he loved his sister, he wasn't going to spend the entire time with her on a leash.
She exhaled a sigh of relief and nodded. "Good."
Turning around, the view of the beach and the landscape of the entire resort caught her attention. It had been about three years since the last time she came here. The first time was when her brother took her away from the city and brought her here. It had only been a few years but it seemed like so much had changed in the resort.
She heard from Oliver that the Chos who got married here back then actually owned the resort. The husband bought it for his wife as a wedding present. How very generous. This resort must have cost him billions. SDC was a luxury resort and compared to the first time she came here, it looked brighter and the amenities improved by a whole lot.
The beachfront had a very calming combination of colors. The sky was bright, and the water was an ombre of blue from the horizon and light blue until it blended with the very fine white sand. The palm trees, bushes, and grass that filled the landscape were different shades of green. Everything looked really harmonious and fresh. 'Ahh… This is exactly what I need.'
Angela could already see herself lounging at the beachfront, sunbathing and maybe even taking a dip in the waters. The last time she was here, she didn't really get the chance. She was far too busy getting drunk that the next day after the wedding went by in a blur.
She wondered if she could get inspired by being here again.
"Let's go. I have our rooms." Oliver tossed her a keycard and headed towards the suites on the right while Angela followed.
Their rooms were booked on a different floor and Angela was thankful as that would mean that there were fewer chances of her bumping into her brother if ever he decided to bring a woman in his room. That—or if ever she was the one who did. Not that she had any plans to hook up with a stranger. Again.
That would be ridiculous now even for her if that happened again. That happened only once on this island and in this very resort. She would not let that happen again — though she wasn't opposed to the idea of meeting guys while she was here. But she promised herself she would put a limit to it – only flirting. No drinking and flirting — as that would only lead to kissing. And kissing could lead to one-night stands.
"I'll meet you later. Do whatever you want but stay in the resort. If you want to go out, call me first," Oliver said as he looked at her in the eye to tell her he was serious. He was too old for this. His sister was too old for this!
"Yeah, yeah, Dad. Whatever," Angela dismissed and closed the door on him before going deeper into her room and out on the balcony where the beachfront was her view. It was amazing. The Chos had arranged all the rooms for their guests and each of them got the beach view. She could get used to this.
Gazing far ahead, she saw two children—a boy and a girl—playing and making sandcastles next to two men on the sunbed. Two gorgeous-looking men. She couldn't really see their faces clearly from where she was as she was far away but judging by the men's physiques, they could be hotties. One was wearing a white shirt while the other had a light blue shirt on that was unbuttoned all the way.
On second thought, they could be hotties but maybe they're gay and those were their kids. 'After all, who comes to this resort single and looks hot like that?'
"I mean… I look like this and I'm single. Oh, what the hell." She wasn't narcissistic but she at least knew that she was pretty. Angela went back inside her suite and decided to take a shower first.
She took her time in the bathroom and decided on a dress to wear. She opted for a fresh boho look and wore a two-piece outfit. It was a midriff cropped top halter that had a matching waist to floor skirt in beige with leaves and flowers in earth colors. Angela lightly tossed her hair into beach waves making her look very laid back and chic in her style. She was always dressed to kill.
When she was finally ready, she stepped out of her suite and headed out to the beachfront where she agreed to meet with Oliver. As soon as her sandals hit the sands, she finally told herself that she was going to have fun that weekend.
However, when she raised her head, what she saw—rather 'who', shocked her to the core.
Several feet away from where she was standing was none other than the man whom she had a one-night stand with three years ago.
And he was staring right at her.
Angela's heart rammed in her chest, kicking her ribcage and wanting to escape. She had frozen on the spot and didn't know what to do. Trying so hard to look calm, she felt her cheek twitch at the beautiful man who just took a step in her direction.
'Stop twitching!' she screamed in her head.
'Close your mouth!'
She was gaping.
'Don't freak out!'
She was trembling and her knees were about to give up.
If someone else was looking at her—she wouldn't know because her stare was literally stuck at the man who's already approaching her—they would think she had malfunctioned.
With everything else that was going on with Angela at the moment, there was one thing that she had to remind herself:
'Whatever you do, don't fûcking pee!'